WEEK 1 - Online

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (1)

monday (41) survivors It had been three days since you had awoken. The ship was still quiet, except for the low hums of enigmatic machines with no apparent purpose. You awake, like usual, to dim lighting and poor rations. Perhaps being on the ship had grown monotonous — it was, perhaps, amazing how little anything seemed to happen in space, a final frontier of malaise. That monotony is crushed by a voice echoing through the narrow hallways. Reformatting . . . Reformatting . . . Reformatting complete. The Pygmalion is online. Welcome, travelers. Please assemble in the meeting room. Your presence is mandatory. Silence falls once again. A minute or so passes, and the lights around the ship finally brighten, the walls looking more alive and more unfamiliar — as if you must relearn the ship's interior once again. The robots on deck begin to make rounds, nudging and pushing at the ship's passengers to make their way to the meeting room. You hear the doors behind you lock. It seems there is only one path to take. ENTER COMMAND_

Comments

[puzzlesss]

[ so, like, he has Clover "E-reader" Field here... fortunately... so he knows all your deets. but he's beginning to see a pattern in this little game that is really exasperating! not that it's impossible to navigate around...

he can still sigh about it. ]

If they're going to go to the trouble of kidnapping me, they really should at least make these things more accessible...

[ he's mostly joking while he ponders on the absurdity of this situation.

really though. motherfuckers put him in space but at least put braille in space too. his last murder game was much nicer about this!!

does he care about his profile? who the hell knows. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

You know Clover?

[this is what he concentrates on. of all things.]

[puzzlesss]

[ okay, cat boy. okay. but light takes just a half-second to register the voice, direct his attention at its source with a polite smile. ]

Quite well. She is my sister, after all.

[ apparently when they get kidnapped they always get kidnapped as a duo. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Oh! [really... they look nothing alike??? but ok then] I had no idea.

[NO SHIT?]

[puzzlesss]

[ well he doesn't know that. god.

(it's ok adrien.) ]

Hm? It should be information you can pick out with a glance. A simple observation.

[ no he's just fucking with him

even when they were young and light had sight she had pink hair and he was. premature grey. :( ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Really? [could he sound more dubious] I've never actually met anyone's siblings, so I guess I wouldn't know...

[when will you learn not to trust him adrien]

[puzzlesss]

[ .......... you sweet summer child. ]






It really does feel as if I'm misleading a puppy when you respond in such a way.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[POUTS IMMEDIATELY AS HE REALIZES HE'S BEEN HAD]

Ha ha. Very funny. [also rude he's not a dog!!! ...not that he'll mention that but it's the principle of the thing]

[parodeity]

Light Field? Clover Field?

[ what were your parents thinking did they like just go what name would match up with field and possibly get my kid's cheeks pinched at school??? ]

Nice.

[puzzlesss]

[ yeah probably. while also simultaneously cursing them, because their blind kid is named "light" and their unlucky kid who keeps getting kidnapped is "clover".

for dave's comment: an amused smile. ]

Our parents can at least be commended for their originality. Fortunately, two was all they had. I'm not certain how far they would've gone with it.

[ Corn Field?

Mine Field? ]

[parodeity]

[ nice job field parentals ]

Haha, shit. Yeah I can't think of any other names after that which would be like. Moderately acceptable. Sports fields are all I can think of what the hell.

[puzzlesss]

I suppose if they wanted for a particularly athletic individual, "Soccer Field" would have been an apt choice. If they really found themselves at their wit's end, there are also the color options. "Green Field".

[ these are the conversations they have. ]

[laptopper]

Morphogenetic field receiver, huh...

[ She says in the tone of someone who may be in love. ]

[puzzlesss]

[ ........ that's an unfamiliar voice! and also latching onto the sensitive information right away with a very questionable tone!! ]

Indeed. In this large sea of... intimate details we've been given of each other, however, I'm surprised you chose that to focus on.

[laptopper]

I could care less about how beautiful is or how much they weigh or whether or not they fight crime. Science, however, is a frontier I've got to explore.

[puzzlesss]

[ well. this is a woman who at least Knows what she wants.

and also a woman who's got a penchant for science. he recalls a few with intelligence listed as their skills, and given he's talked to most of the women who have that listed... he has a guess of who this is. ]

Well. I won't deny someone their pursuit of knowledge... though I'm afraid I might not be able to provide answers that can settle your curiosity.

[laptopper]

Curiosity isn't always solved by a verbal response. [ Maybe she can see it in action... ]

[puzzlesss]

[ ............................ ]



Demonstrations are out of the question.

[ he can't even?? he's from before a time when he got Government Training™ for this bullshit. ]

[laptopper]

Completely? Is it something you can't control? [ Hm but there's a way to make stimuli happen probably-- ]

[todorable]

[okay, this bio does not make mr. statue groper seem any less strange, but now he has the *dumbest* thing in his head and can't shake it]

I hate that I'm going to ask this, but. Does your hand-to-hand combat consist of combat using the prosthetic hand. Like, as a weapon.

[puzzlesss]

[ .................. totty. ]







I hope you are not implying I'd remove my prosthetic in order to bludgeon someone over the head.

[todorable]

[he. he knows. and yet.]

Or maybe like flip it around like a nunchuck, or shoot it out like in that one video game. I'm not really sure how versatile they are.

[puzzlesss]

[ ................................

you can cut this "sense of silent judgment" in the air with a knife. ]

I use my prosthetic in hand-to-hand combat like a... hand. Most appropriate, considering its purpose. That is: to be a replacement for my absent hand. In hand-to-hand combat, one keeps their hand, and limbs, attached to their person. Ergo, my prosthetic—which is used as a hand—stays attached.

[ HE DEFINITELY MADE THAT LONG-WINDED EXPLANATION TO BE AN ASSHOLE.

a pause. ]



If you like, we can forget that such a question was ever asked.

[todorable]

[ugh, it sucks to be on the side that isn't doing the silent judging]

...Well, I think it's a fair question. Have you looked at any of the other guys here?

[...again, probably not, but...]

[puzzlesss]

[ ............ ]

I've heard of them, yes.

[ "he doesn't look at anything" - everyone else, 2016. ]

Given the specificity and absurdity of some of these profiles, however, I believe they would have displayed "prosthetic arm nunchuck action" or "projectile prosthetic" quite clearly, if only to serve as a conversation piece. If I employed such a tactic regularly.